Knot Tying
Knot Tying Do you know how to start an avocado plant from a pit? Treat and prevent food poisoning? Can you build a successful campfire? Do you know how […]
Photo Poems
Freddezza
She served the supper guests, Falsetto’s Italiano working long hours on her feet, ice flagging the windows a full house of wine-warmed faces, by midnight she smelled like warm
Dedication
sweetly she sang for a swarm of us tucked into the dimly lit room sleeping snow outside, she grew still closed her eyes. when speaking softly is heard with a
Arctic
Eklutna Lake Back in the old days when there were no streetlamps we played outside after school under a bright moon. We were just kids then and we did not
The Whale Decides
The Whale Decides Rocky took me out on the pack ice by way of the captain, who granted us permission Like being on the moon. spring ice, blue snow white
BECOMING
You look at your bewildered face in the mirror, knowing or, maybe not knowing you are powerless to decide the day, to find your keys and lock the door
Molly
She is done with spreading, spreading her legs spreading brie on dry crackers, drinking wine from waxed paper cups It is true her life took shape as meandering clouds, thinly
All Nature?
You know people live there: but they’re not visible a bar sign blinks open soiled lacy curtains droop in a cafe’ window & melancholy burns up from the asphalt
I am a Dweller on the Threshold
It has taken four days to settle, to draw inward for a month-long stay at Ghost Ranch, New Mexico to compose stories…write this life….and it has taken four whole days, just
No One Thing (a poem)
No One Thing I am searching for no one thing Nothing. Not the next best thing Not the last great place. Oh, I peruse around for the best chocolate